I know it sounds basic, but do you ever get your own personal space to sit down somewhere attractive, not in a disheveled junk heap on a buiding roof and drink coffee, engage in pleasant converation, or like I was, taking my own coffee in my own thermos, with my own boiled water, sitting on my own cushion, in front of my own heater that I carted about between home and work each day, with no personal space, being watched cosely as I ate rice.

(In between classes).

Beatrix.